America

I hate to be the barren of bad news,
But your mind is seriously confused;
There is no White or Black coastline,
It is just America – our countryside.

It is a place
   Where one can be free
- Or -
   Live caught up
   In the propaganda machine
   That divides like the ax to the tree,
   Producing slaves bending at the knee:
       Buying the lie that freedom is free,
       Without any personal responsibility.

America by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

The Ole Oak Tree

Shinning the ole oak tree,
in the middle of day,
trying to flee
a tsunami wave – times three!

Slipping, busting his knee;
damn blinding sun, he couldn’t see.

Now, the papers read,
"Service for the Man with Busted Knee".

The Ole Oak Tree by K. Saitta © 2016, A Walk In Verse

Change

Clouds sweep over the mountains:
Hovering, preparing attack;
Avoiding all accountability,
Negotiating with none,
Grief lies within their path:
Explosions – transformation begins.

Change by K. Saitta © 2016, A Walk In Verse

A New Year

A new year and a new day;
   time to pursue today
   with a new mind,
   that is positive each day.
Negative dismay;
   replaced with encouragement
       … each and every day.

A New Year by K. Saitta © 2016, A Walk In Verse

Dictatorship

To instill tyrannical rule,
it’s done without being cruel.
First you start to repress free speech
teaching others what they should preach.

Secondly, the newspapers cease
until they print the golden piece
praising the party and their king,
manipulating all to sing.

Thirdly, the radio must die
unless it spreads the regimes lie:
the party brings positive change
by implementing an exchange.

Fourth but not least you lose your keep,
stripped away like shearing a sheep;
everything gained, everything earned
… given away to the unlearned.

Finally, at the turn of dawn
a new constitution was drawn;
a new age will begin this day;
freedom has just dwindled away.

Dictatorship by K. Saitta © 2016, A Walk In Verse

The Injection

We briefly chant,
as the moonlight slants
down the veins of our wrists.

And as we slump
on the porcelain stump
we inject the gaudy clump.

For it brings us life
from our days of lies
as we tumble into its bliss.

And while we cry,
as our days drift by,
we swear — only One more time.

Yet, as limbo sets in
we begin to binge
as we deeply breath and sigh.

For as we exhale
the dealer spoke tales
of the papers we did sign.

But little did we know
the injection we sown
was the One that brought our demise.

The Injection by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

The Couch

Ten at night with the temperature sitting above hundred and ten, the air conditioner just short-circuited. The outside air – motionless. Perspiration flowed; it was hell with no end in sight.

Then an idea!

We stole the neighbor's couch; shredded it and lined her with plastic painters sheets. Once done, we filled her up.

Instant body cooler. We climbed in, watched TV and drank our beers in glory.

Ninety minutes later a knock, it was the police. The issue, we were on probation. If caught, nine months in the big house.

We would need to burn that couch.

The Couch by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Shopping

Standing upon the ferocious sea
as waves encompass about my knees,
I sit and stare at the tragedy 
of societies belligerent greed.

People stalk as they drop their lines,
hooking items not worth a dime;
what does it matter if they can’t eat
as long as they snatch that worthless treat.

And when these concrete seas collide
will they see the Western lie?
For no fish will be left to eat,
from these barren concrete sheets.

I pity these peoples with their moral disease
who strive each day to fill this creed:

   "I'll buy want I want, 
   but not what I need”.

For they all bought into the American dream
of the bastardized Western decayed scene.

So remember when you buy that toy
or a bag of groceries filled with joy,
that when these concrete seas run dry
you choose to rely on the American lie.

Shopping by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Traffic

Light after light
I sit in strife
as life passes on by.

Then I go,
and stop once more.
I can’t get through the lights!

Three times red,
I’m still not ahead …
sitting where I stopped.

Fifteen minutes later
I edge a little straighter,
over the crosswalks line!

Traffic by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

The Teenage Life

I’m seventeen and I’ll live as I please
without consideration for authority.
For my life is free with its psychedelic dreams,
of smoking my pot and doing as I please.

And if I drink … a quart of wine,
steal a fifth, or smoke one joint at a time,
who will dare cease me? for remember,
I’m just a teen who can do as I please,
and no one can do shit to me.

So a slap on the wrist and a grin on my face;
a flip of the bird – a waste of my day.
I stroll outside under the heavenly blue sky;
I light up my joint as I lift it to the sky.

For why? Remember what you told me:
I am just a teen and I won’t do time,
even if someone drops the dime.

So please stop bugging me,
it’s time to steal more wine.

The Teenage Life by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Warning Signs

a law passes by
under a medical guise
    – these are warning signs
now when you speak, with free speech
you’ll end up in jail to die.

Warning Signs by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

The World Judges

As the world gazes into my eyes,
she glances for a brief moment in time
at someone she conceives as fine
– paying no heed to the anguish inside.

She has no regard for the agony within
that is destroying, killing, tearing limb from limb:
like a guillotine severing the head of its victim
as it departs into a realm … of none existence.

She lacks any sense of humanity
as she judges with reckless insanity;
   gazing into my eyes of dejection
   she looks at a book by its cover,
   but hasn’t read a single expression.

She refuses to understand my position,
but rather judging with unjust suppositions:
as I cope with the poison marring my brain
I live in a time of great disdain
as I look for love or a friend of understanding;
   Love me,
   Cherish me,
   Stretch out your hand …
   to me — and see … me,
   the one who I am.

For I, I am in need of a friend,
not ignorant rejection
with a conversation that ends;
   try, but for a moment to set in my shoes
   seeing the paths in which I have stood,
   knowing the thoughts inside my mind,
   before you judge
   without understanding
   … my mind.

The World Judges by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Uneasy Dreams

No sleep,
uneasy dreams;
stealing my sanity;
one step towards the mental ward
– Deranged!

Uneasy Dreams by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

The Country Home

It was a beautiful country house with a dark history. But the Williams didn’t care. They only thought of one thing, tripling their investment from this mansion that sat upon a hundred acres.

Ignoring the warnings, they sold everything and purchased it.

A year later, it was time to cash in. The house went up for sale. However, unlike the Williams, the potential buyers heeded the warnings.

You see, this mansion used to be a single story brothel. Men would satisfy themselves, and then dismember their victims. The remains were molded into lumber.

And from this, the mansion stands.

The Country Home by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse